Cameron stared at her, but Patty looked at him with an innocent smile, as if she were not asking anything extraordinary.
"Well, you've got a nerve!" the young man exclaimed.
"Why, it was your own proposition that you have all the dances;" and
Patty looked almost offended.
"Poppycheek, you shall have it your own way! You shall have anything you want, that I can give you." And Cameron scribbled his initials against every one of the twenty dances on the programme.
"You might have put K. C. to the first and then ditto after that," said
Patty, as she watched him.
"Nay, nay, Pauline!" and Kit gave her a shrewd glance. "Think what would happen then. You'd give a dance to some other man, maybe, and he'd set down his initials, and all the rest of the dittos would refer to him!"
"Poor man! I never thought of that! But it isn't likely there'll be any others except Ken."
"Oh, don't you worry! Everybody will want an introduction to you, after they see you dance."
"I don't think much of that for a compliment! I'd rather be loved for my sweet self alone."
"Have you never been?"